A/N: Here it is! A little short, but I had work today, sooooo…. Expected. Hope you guys like it! PROMPTS. I NEED PROMTS. Love ya, kiss!

Chapter 3

The Forgotten Sandwich

Stiles was straddling the most gorgeous man he had ever seen, holding onto him for dear life as the sweet friction of denim on his crotch steadily increased. His head was tucked in the man's neck, moaning as he felt the rush of Derek's hot breath in his shoulder. He held on tighter, rocking back and forth slowly, teasing the other man.

Pausing, he pulled back to look in Derek's eyes. The dark chocolate brown eyes Derek possessed, mesmerized him and his head spun; pupils dilating even more if that was possible. He was snapped back to reality when he realized he barely even knew the man in front of him. Shaking his head, he stood up. Derek's arms did not restrain him, curious about why Stiles seemed eager to stop.

"W-w-w-e-we should stop… I hardly know you, Derek…." Stiles backed away, still facing Derek, eyes locked on tightly with the alpha's now glowing red ones.

Derek got up from where he was sitting, slowing stalking over to Stiles like he was prey. His eyes were now blood-red, and his voice was so low and full of lust that it made Stiles shiver.

"That didn't stop you before." The near growl that escaped from his lips when he finished had Stiles pushed up against a wall by the time it ceased. Derek now had one hand on either side of Stiles, fingers pressing so hard into the wall that his knuckles turned white. Stiles had no idea how the wall did not crumble on contact, coming undone by the force that was placed upon it so heavily.

Stiles tried to babble out some more excuses to leave, but they were all desisted when Derek's mouth licked the crook of his neck. The younger man almost slumped against the wall, practically losing all feeling in his limbs as the lightning strike of pleasure ran through his veins. His jeans were now almost unbearably tight. He clutched onto the Alpha's warm ass as he slid his nimble fingers down his sweatpants. Stiles couldn't comprehend how low they were hanging on Derek's hips, the older man's happy trail exposed for his eyes to wander. Squeezing the firmness, he earned a gasp. So short that it could have just been passed off as a simple intake of breath, when you weren't listening….

Derek placed a leg in between Stiles', and opened his eyes, pulling away from Stiles' neck. He placed his hands on the human's waist, pushing his fingers beneath the fabric, and pulling it over Stiles' head.

Stiles moaned at the warmth of Derek's bare skin touching his abdomen. He breathlessly gasped when Derek lifted his own shirt over his head, revealing his strong muscles. Stiles came away from the wall, hunching; drooling helplessly at the sight in front of him. His heart pumped the blood through his veins even faster when Derek took the remaining steps between them, closing the distance once more.

The alpha placed a hand on Stile's chest, and slid it down his body. Moaning, and throwing his head back, Stiles didn't realize when Derek stopped right at the younger man's happy trail to seek approval. When Stiles finally opened his eyes, Derek looked concerned. All he did was give a quick nod, and that was enough for Derek.

He knelt down on one knee, and grabbed the button on Stiles' jeans and ripped it open, unremorsefully. He clutched Stiles' thighs with his meaty hands, earning a gasp. Derek pulled down the zipper, painfully slow, with his teeth. He smirked at Stiles, the expression lingering on his face as he caught the other man's eyes. He left Stiles' gaze hanging in the wind as he pooled his companion's jeans on the hardwood. Left forgotten, the garment was kicked over to the side by a very eager Stiles.

Derek hooked his finger in the waistband of Stiles' boxers, letting his warm knuckles skim over Stiles' hip bones. Stiles shivered at the touch, blood creeping through his veins, nearly sneaking up on him. The alpha pulled down his undergarment with one swift motion. He growled seductively, and his eyes flashed that red that Stiles knew all too well.

Stiles threw his head back in complete bliss, ready for what was to come, lightly tapping his head on the concrete wall. What he didn't realize was that Derek was smirking, and was most certainly not ready.

Derek took ahold of Stiles' shaft, and plunged forward, taking it all in in one swift motion. The younger man moaned loudly, and arched his back against the wall. His ass felt the cool touch of the concrete, and just made him even more sensitive to the ministrations that Derek was doing. Derek let Stiles buck forward, not gagging when the human hit the very back of his hot throat.

Stiles clutched at the concrete, scraping his nails with a screech. He held on for dear life, praying to whatever was in the sky, that what the man in front of him was doing, didn't make him cum too prematurely. He felt the beads of sweat roll down his abdomen as his restraint started to dwindle.

Time became to lose its shape as Derek pulled away. Stiles was left throbbing as the cold air around them pierced his skin. He groaned in agony, and Stiles knew that the Alpha had only done it to be a sardonic bastard. The incessant torture continued, and Derek gave the younger man a sly smirk.

"Wha-… Why…. Uh… Huh? Why di-did you stop?! For chrissake, Derek!" Stiles was more overwrought than anything. He was heaving, trying to calm himself down.

"I want you to beg, on your knees for me, Stiles…" Stiles didn't realize how far away the older man had been until he was coming closer, swaying his hips almost deadly.

The laughter couldn't be contained from Derek's luscious lips as Stiles overtly tried to hide the shock on his face. But failed. Miserably.

Now, it is Stiles' turn, the human thought to himself. Stiles took ahold of Derek's shoulders, and half-pushed, half-dragged Derek to the couch, and shoved him down on it. He had no clue, whatsoever, how he pulled it off. He climbed on the man and kicked off his boxers, only realizing they were still there when they restricted him from straddling Derek.

Derek chuckled at the sight. Stiles, fidgeting to get his boxers off his legs, tongue sticking out, his dimples showing on his face, and him not trying to hide his amusement. Although, when Stiles shifted slightly, the friction was just right, and he moaned inadvertently.

When Stiles had realized what he did, he turned to face Derek, and did it over, and over and over again; earning a series of moans from Derek that almost sounded like an incantation. It was so sinful, it was sanctimonious. If Derek was the devil, Stiles would surely give up his soul, hands down; no matter how impious.

Stiles knew that Derek was at the edge, of the precipice. He imagined that a thousand little lightning bolts were shooting through his veins, and only Stiles could stop it.

"I need you inside me Sti- NOW!" The last part was a roar, and Stiles obeyed, stopping to pull down the Sweatpants that were hanging on the Alpha's hips. They slid down like waves rolling down Derek's soft, tan skin. It glistened in the small amount of light that shown through the dark house.

Stiles reached up and courageously shoved three fingers into Derek's mouth without warning. His pupils dilated even more than before when Derek circled his tongue around his fingers, and hollowed his cheeks. The younger man quickly retracted his fingers, and pushed it into Derek's hole. He scooted down so that Derek's length was at his mercy, and licked up the shaft. He caught the vein on his tongue and traced it up the underside.

The alpha bucked his hips up as stiles added a second, and began pumping in and out of him. He was now circling the head with his tongue, and retracted so that he could push a third finger into Derek.

The older man was panting, toes clenched so hard it looked like he was going to break his muscles. He stared down at Stiles a hard look trying to burn his companion eyes out of his eye sockets. Not that Stiles noticed of course.

The pain wasn't that bad, compared to the pain he had formally endured. Stiles' fingers were kind of nice, actually… Did he REALLY just think that?!

The anticipation was killing him, so he pushed a little on the nimble fingers, and Stiles reacted by pulling them out. He whimpered a little. Wait! Since when did big bad wolf…. WHIMPER. Of all fucking things! The things this puny human was doing to him. It made him want to knock down all of his internal walls with a wrecking ball, and just let all the emotions out in a grand catharsis. It reminded him of badly written Miley Cyrus songs; catchy, but nauseating. Derek hardly ever got stuck in his thoughts like this, but he was pulled out when Stiles started edging his way into Derek.

The alpha pushed back just the slightest, and Stiles slid all the way into Derek. Derek's legs hooked around Stiles' ass, pulling him even closer, and nudging him even deeper into Derek.

They moaned in unison, tendrils of electric current flowing through both their bodies like a circuit, and theirs was now complete.

The older man arched his back, signaling for Stiles to move, and he did just that. Derek bit his lip, releasing it with a large gasp as Stiles moved quicker. Precum was starting to drip down Derek's shaft in massive droplets.

That was Stiles' cue, and he wiped his thumb on the tip ever-so-slowly, earning a moan, and smudged the thick substance onto the digit. He then pulled out of Derek, holding his hips, and pulled the thumb up to his mouth. He licked up the finger, then plunged it into his mouth.

Stiles was merciless, and he grabbed Derek's thighs, only to pound into Derek; halting when he was as deep as deep would go.

"Again, Again…. Again, Stiles." It came out so weak, so helpless. And then Stiles saw a side of Derek he didn't know he would ever see. Ever.

So Stiles did exactly that, and a third, and a forth. Right before the fifth, Derek didn't think he could take any more.

"Stiles, I think I'm go- I am goi-"

"Come for me, Derek." And for once, Derek was the one who obeyed.

Releasing what was now Stiles', he came synchronized with Stiles. For that moment the world stopped spinning for Derek. And he knew, Stiles was his life now. There would be no world beyond him.

He would do anything, be anything for him. Stiles was his sunshine, and he couldn't bear for that one light to go out. He let the young boy collapse on him, and drift to sleep in Derek's bare arms. His warmth was all he needed. Both of them.

A/N: This fanfiction will NOT be as typical as you think, plot twists will emerge as soon as chapter 5 or 6. Probably sooner, but the big one will be closer to like 7 or 8 I believe. So I hoped you guys liked this chapter, and remember that I am still taking prompts for this one. I have 2, but both of them were from me, and I thought they would make cute little fluff-smut chapters.

xx Shelby